The Woman Sits Here Knitting: Jeanne Robert Foster, Adirondack Poet
In celebration of National Poetry Month... Neighbors of Yesterday by Jeanne Robert Foster When I go the see her, I look about the room Where she sits placidly knitting — knitting. It has the curious musty odor Of our grandmother's parlors. The old things One remembers are all around her: The hair-cloth furniture; the kaleidoscope On the "What-not", the wax flowers under glass, The cardboard motto on the walls, saying "God Bless Our Home" with flourishes And sprays of rosebuds